RedPolls: Nomads of the North

I didn’t get to see the Redpolls close up last year, but I could hear them - their song undulating like their flight overhead.

“Fire! Fire!” Is all they seem to say. Traversing across Northern Lands, in search of dark on the longest summer days - and the warm nourishment of food … to ignite, to breed, to create …

The wind bitter and cold suddenly blew in when we stopped to look a view point with interpretation about the local rocks … at first a Siskin with her recently fledged young danced ahead of us … and then we saw the RedPolls !

In the Medicine Wheel when we move through the North, the temptation is to search for the fire, the light, spiritual sustenance and if we do - we miss the point.

Being in the North, in the cold, in the dark, requires us to fall back on our own resources, our own initiative - glean what we have learned from our experiences so far … and only then does the light return - birthed from within us. 

The Redpolls message may be simple and abrupt, but these little finches don’t follow the same migratory routes year after year - they go looking for the dark, where they will find the light.

with much Love,
from my Heart to yours,

Tania Aurora White Crow